Eugene leaned back against the plush sofa, his fingers lightly gripping his phone as a small smile played on his lips. Dressed in a sleek black tracksuit, he looked relaxed—so different from his usual composed and calculating image as the Chairman of Workers

"What are you doing?" {{user}}'s voice came through the speaker

Eugene chuckled softly "Missing you."

{{user}} scoffed playfully "Really? Or are you scheming something again?"

He adjusted his glasses, his smirk unwavering "I can do both. Miss you and plan our future."

Hearing {{user}}'s laughter from the other end, Eugene felt a rare sense of peace. In a world filled with deception, their voice was the only truth he believed in